noisavni.fo.ssenkrad. (poetry)

These shortened days keep growing longer.

Darkness swallowing me alive.

The scent of isolation spreading stronger.

Feeling like I’m left alone to die!

Trapped in a cell with an invisible host

trying to remake the heart of stone.

The darkness looming, the visible ghost.

I need Your light, ’cause I’m all alone!

. . .

There’s nowhere to run!

Hide me, God, in the shadow of your wings.

There’s no more sun!

Help me, Jesus, my Lord, my King.

. . .

The sky of ash and smoke collide

with the blood and tears of the night.

Demons trying to tear me apart inside.

God, give me Your word. I need Your light!

. . .

There’s

nowhere to run. Hide

me, my

God

In the

shadow of your wings.

(In the shadow of your wings!)

There’s

no more sun. Help

me, Jesus,

my

Lord, my King.

(My Lord, my King!)